غزل شمارهٔ 463

The salutation of God as long as nights recur (till the judgment day) ; And as long as the lutes of two, or three, strings respond (to each other ; or to the singer)

On the valley of Arak, and on him who is therein ; (On) my dwelling on the bend of the hill above the sands !

The prayer-utterer for travellers of the world, I am ; Constantly and perpetually, I pray.

O God ! in every stage whereto he turneth his face Him, in Thy eternal protection, keep.

O heart ! bewail not. For, in the chain of His tress, The distraught state is all collectedness (tranquillity).

From Thy down, a hundred other beauties increase : Be Thy life a hundred illustrious years !

That thou be is necessary. If not, easy is The loss of capital, of rank, and of wealth.

Afarin be on that Painter of power, Who, around the (full) moon, draweth the line of a crescent (a new moon) !

For, at all times, love for Thee is my rest ; In every state, remembrance of Thee is my consoler.

Till the judgment-day, the black point of my heart Be it not void of consuming and of distraughtness for Thee !

Union with a King like Thee, how may gain, I, bad of name, profligate, careless ?

God knoweth Hafiz's intention ; God's knowledge (of my wants) is sufficient for me (without my asking).